| Ladies and gentlemen!
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| Welcome aboard Officialness Airlines, flight 188
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Real thug shit unplugged
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| Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
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| Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride’s coke in my eyes
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| And got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive
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| To cloak,? |
| no leaks in gunsmoke
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| Here to get those, snakes get it the most
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| G’s overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes
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| Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so…
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| (Ladies and gentlemen)
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| It’s going on right now
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| Official Nast' don’t be playin' around, we lay it down
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| Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
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| Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin'
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| You got in the way, sorry to say
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| You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee’s not in the day
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| All the niggas in my zone, my close affiliates
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| Be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin' and killin' shit
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| I’m on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
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| Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit
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| Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
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| Empty the safe, hit em with the Glock he caught a stray shot
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| Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
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| I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
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| Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
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| Goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
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| The shit’ll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass
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| In a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
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| The only thing I ever lost I couldn’t find was time
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| Son some crackers locked me up that’s how I lost my mind
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| Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him
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| He didn’t listen told him give me the shine
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| The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me
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| The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex
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| When convicts’ll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
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| Life in the drain niggas money’s got my gold chain thicker
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| Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga
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| From coast to coast I keep the toast
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| My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze
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| Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless
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| Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist
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| AHHHHHHHH I seen death, almost died twice tonight
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| Sell my own mother out if the price is right
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| I hate life, gimme the Glock
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| About to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not
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| GET OFF ME! |
| Let me go, don’t hold me back
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| Where my real thugs at? |
| Baby THROW YA GAT!
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| Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears
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| I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Killin' it
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| Killin' it
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Kill it in the club, baby show some love
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| My real thugs, where you at? |
| Baby throw ya gats
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| To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
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| Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
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| Killin' it
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| (Ladies and gentlemen!
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| Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188)
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| Word up yo, Official Nast'
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| Gettin cream, Onyx, we move with the many crews
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| We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down
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| Nine-eight, word up get your shit straight
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| You think your shit hot? |
| Stick your shit up
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| What? |
| Bring yo' shit to the club
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| Bring yo' heat to the street
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| Official Nast', shuttin shit down. |
| What!
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| (Ladies and gentlemen!
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| Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188) |